It’s no surprise that I have a thing for legs. I, myself being rather vain, have always had a kick ass set (more literally toward some ex-lovers). I adore thin ankles, toned legs, legs lengthened with high heels, adorned with tattoos, clean, shaved, tanned legs. I’m a real Leg Seeker. No offence guys, but men’s legs don’t typically turn my crank. I can appreciate men’s legs, but when it comes down to it they’re too hairy and not quite as soft, curvaceous, sensual, erotic and mouth-watering, or at least, I typically hope men’s legs aren’t, because that would be, well, just weird.

Anyhow, aside from being in the midst of writing an article about leg fetish, I was trying to think of that pivotal moment when I actually acquired, or noticed this fetish. In retrospect I could blame my mother’s side of the family who happened to have fantastic legs. However, I can’t specifically recall an “a-ha” moment when seeing my mother’s, or even my grandmother’s legs, when growing up. I suppose in this way men are lucky, because they’re earlier in tune with fetishes, which often come with obvious spontaneous erections. It seems ladies must explore sexuality before truly understanding the correlation between their object of adoration and their libido.

Still, I do recall while younger watching a movie called “All That Jazz” and I also recall Ann Reinking’s unforgettable legs. My word, I think I must have watched that video 50,000 times just to see her legs and not once, were they uncovered dammit! I became an instant fan of everything Fosse and a major musical buff. It’s cheesy and nerd-like I know, but I think women associate their fetishes with other things before actually defining that they have a fetish. For example, I loved legs and therefore watched a lot of dance movies and went to a lot of musicals. Women with a foot fetish might happen to buy a lot of shoes before understanding their sexual enthusiasm for feet.

Anyhow, I don’t really have much of a point to this blog, except that summer is etching around the corner and with summer comes shorts, skirts, bikini’s and with these come legs and memorable moments just basking on the beach drooling over all the legs that pass by me. I love this time of the year!